Sometimes, in the winter, I hate being female

Damn straight.

There’s a local ocean-front park that has those stainless steel toilets. They also have stalls with no doors on them–all in a row, so that everyone who comes in has to parade by the occupied ones.

You can hurt yourself trying to pee that fast.

What?! I had a bad dream once, about a bathroom with no doors.

First time I’ve heard of a female suffering from penis envy… :stuck_out_tongue:

Never mind not wanting other people watching me do my business in there, I have no particular desire to see anybody else sitting there, straining and grunting.

Anaamika, it is rather like a bad dream. I think the idea of making everything steel to make it difficult to deface or otherwise vandalize. The door thing is to discourage illegal activity and keep “vagrants” from hanging out in there (as if). It’s a popular picnic spot that often draws crowds of folks who couldn’t afford the fancy hotels on the other side of the road. The local gentry don’t want the riff-raff to get too comfortable.

A common theme of my nightmares is to have toilets with no doors, or big communal toilets that everyone has to use at one time. I hate the weird dystopias I dream about.

Oh, so it’s not just me.

And hey, just as I wrote this I happened to notice your Valentine on the wall with all the others. Just kind of a cool coincidence.

I frequently have low-grade nightmares about bathrooms where everything is just a little bit poor… missing doors, toilets about to flood over, urinals which are a bit too public. Never hidous sewagey messes, and there are never other people there watching me or anything… just enormous mazelike bathrooms full of fixtures I don’t quite feel comfortable using.

Pants.

Yeah, that was my thought but I didn’t want to sound snarky or anything. Nothing, nothing, can induce me to wear a skirt when it’s that cold *and * windy.

Lordy-and I have yet to warm up to communal dressing rooms, ala Loehman’s etc.

I think I’d be holding it for a “wee” while…

Communal dressing rooms? Yikes. All the contortions and completely ungraceful poses required to get into some clothes…I’ll take my Canadian nudity prudery any day, thank yew very much.